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“Poetry is a life–cherishing force. For poems are not words, after all, but fires for the cold, ropes let down to the lost, something as necessary as bread in the pockets of the hungry.”

Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena

Susan Sontag, As Consciousness Is Harnessed to Flesh

Leila Chatti, Night Lament in Hergla 

Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena

Rainer Maria Rilke in a letter to Lou Andreas-Salomé, published in Rilke and Andreas-Salomé: A Love Story in Letters

[Text ID: “As if you could pick in love, as if it were not a lightning bolt that splits your bones and leaves you staked out in the middle of the courtyard.”]

Mary Oliver, “Thirst.” Thirst

Anaïs Nin, Mirages: The Unexpurgated Diary of Anaïs Nin, 1939–1947

“Wild Geese”, by Mary Oliver